The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

When Gu Lao left, Rong Qian specially allowed Chen San'er a day's leisure. "My son is sick, and I will watch him. You are allowed to go out to rest today." Rong Qian asked Chen San'er carelessly while cutting his nails with a small pruning knife.

"Okay. Don't worry, Mr. Rong. Before the third watch of the next month, no, until tomorrow, I will not come back even if Chen San'er is drunk to death." Chen San'er was very happy, and made a bow.He took Gu Lao Zhiqu and ran away in a flash.Poor Gu Lao's old bones were almost pulled apart by him.

"Are you hungry?" The person left, but the surroundings seemed too quiet.Rong Qian leaned on the bed, too lazy to cover his body with the quilt.Although I asked him, he didn't seem to get up at all.

"Not hungry." Ye Sheng smiled slightly.His calm and peaceful face was a little paler than usual, but he really looked like a lifeless porcelain doll.

Rong Qian nodded.Moved Ye Sheng into the bed to make room for him, and lay down straight.Pull over half of the quilt smoothly.

said with a pleasant smile. "Then sleep for a while."

"You...won't you let me go?" Ye Sheng sighed quietly, he was really not used to such a shameless Rong Qian.

Rong Qian was holding him with one hand, and resting his hand on his forehead.

All the quilts at Gaoshan Xiaozhu were newly changed a few days ago.The surface of the quilt is all cloud forging that others use to make clothes.It feels soft and slippery, but also keeps warm.

Ye Sheng himself was sick and had no strength, being held by Rong Qian like this, he really broke out in sweat.

He just felt the hot air blowing against his face, which was bound to cover his pale face and turn red.

Rong Qian smiled.She squeezed him more and more into her arms until her face was pressed against his chest.She lowered her head and whispered in his ear. "Do you still want to run?"

Ye Sheng heard the sonorous and powerful heartbeat in his chest.That hot air went to the head and face, and burned himself into a little red shrimp.As soon as the nose is opened, the cold cinnamon fragrance that is lingering around comes to the nostrils.It's not fragrant, it's cool and indifferent, but it can't be ignored.It seemed as if it was baked into the depths of his heart naturally, popping up from time to time, making his heart sore, numb, itchy, and painful.After the pain and crying, it was full of joy and fulfillment.

Ye Sheng closed his eyes, letting Rong Qian hug him, not wanting to talk.He is determined to eat him.

"You still want to run?" Rong Qian smiled.The hand on his forehead stroked gently.After a while, he faced a magnified handsome face.

Rong Qian's face is naturally handsome.Exquisite facial features, a little immature but enough to be dusty.His eyebrows are like ink, his lips are pink, and his eyes are the most beautiful. They are calm and deep, but because of the corners of his eyebrows that are usually drooping, people think that he is clean and handsome, with similar eyebrows.

Only when he's staring at you seriously, like now.Only then will you find that the tall and elegant young man with clear eyes like water, warm and calm is so domineering and domineering.His lips were so thin, and when he pursed his lips, the sharpness in his eyes was evident.Like a leopard staring at its prey, waiting for the opportunity to strike with a thunderbolt.

And now, Ye Sheng was his prey.

The poor prey was fascinated by his dark and cold eyes.Those are bewitching eyes.Those eyes were as quiet as an abyss, and in the abyss was a chill so narrow that one could tremble.

"Birth." Rong Qian's eyes were shining with a stream of light, radiating a cold air that could freeze thousands of miles.What he said made Ye Sheng feel the raging fire after the chill.

"If you want to leave again, I will, I will, kill you."

The last words were soft and soft, like the whispers between lovers, and also like the whispers of mothers in the ears of children.It was like a feather falling on it, soft and soft, but the words were the most cruel and ruthless.

"Just try it." Rong Qian sighed slightly, his face softened, the little pear dimple was like a little flower swaying in spring. "Zuo is nothing but life and death with you."

Rong Qian bowed his head and buried his head in Ye Sheng's neck, and there was no more movement.The lips are cold and the mouth hurts.However, this haunted person fell asleep peacefully.

He is very tired.The bone-eating pain yesterday made him unable to sleep.Today he was groggy, and before he opened his eyes, he heard Luo Tong's good deeds.

He washed in a hurry, changed his clothes and went to stop him.Fighting wits and courage with him, he was relieved when he caught his mind.

It wasn't until just now that he felt at ease holding the child in his arms.

This child is too stupid, so stupid that he has spent so much effort for him, planning for him that he will not hesitate to ruin his own future, but why can't he see it?

To himself, he has already become the last person he cannot lose.

I don't want much in my life, if I don't even have this.After that, how should I live?

Holding a lonely moon in the sky, living a lonely and indifferent life, and then thinking back to the past?

It's thinking about how warm and comfortable my life was back then.Thinking back when I was needed, there was a small heart that would always wrap my lonely soul.I still recall the feeling after being pinched by the little guy.Tell yourself that in the past, there were people who liked me, gave their sincerity, let the snow in my heart melt for thousands of miles, and bathed in the warmth of spring from then on, so that I fell into a sinking place?

No, this was originally for him, why should these things that he cherished come to naught?Why should I deserve to live in that cold and terrifying darkness without a trace of fun and joy?

He never told anyone that he was afraid of the cold.The year his father died in the snow, he was poisoned by the vine heart poison and spent the whole night in the bitter cold. After he returned to Prince Rong's mansion, he had overtly and secretly contemptuous and supercilious eyes.All remained in his memory, forming an unforgettable nightmare for him.

In the nightmare, he was still the same Rong Qian who had no strength to restrain the chicken, and whose body was so cold.If his mother took him back, she couldn't cure him of his poison, and she couldn't keep the only Prince Rong's mansion left to them by his father.In countless cold nights, even though he put on the thickest and most precious fur, he could not resist the chill from the inside out.

That dense chill kept reminding himself to be strong, to build a body of copper and iron, to revive the Rong Palace in the eyes of others who are pitiful, indifferent and vicious, and to avenge his father.

As a result, he became stronger and more stable, and more and more resembling the supreme glory of fighting and killing in the troubled times of his father.His heart is getting colder and colder.It was so cold that he forgot how gentle and honest his father was when he was holding him and teaching him how to practice and dance.

He wore a pure and harmless skin, cruising in the cracks until he became the son of King Rong whom everyone would praise, and let everyone admit that the son of Rong is the same as King Rong in the past. The future is bright, and there are successors in the Rong Palace.

But only I know that there is the most different difference between him and his father.His father is always a humble gentleman who looks up to the mountains.But his son has only one cold heart, and only that one heart is still black.

His father and king were able to hand over the beautiful woman back then, and let the woman he loved the most find his destination.I left myself in pain and forced a smile.As for himself, he tried his best to keep this child by his side.Just to leave the last trace of warmth in my heart that I long for nostalgia.

He should be thankful that the child in his arms is not hard-hearted enough, otherwise, otherwise, the fish will die and the net will be broken.Even if he dies, let him be buried on the top of his own mountain.

"Zuo will never die with you." Son, I'm serious.

Rong Qian fell asleep, sleeping soundly, and in his sleep, the corners of his mouth curled up where Ye Sheng couldn't see.At the corner of the mouth, another gently swaying flower bloomed.

"I'm afraid, I won't stop even if I die." Ye Sheng murmured.He stroked his sleeping face backhand.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water vapor in the eyes covered the blue spring water, making it blurred and hazy.

The smoky eye was finally closed, and the scent of cinnamon that made him nowhere to hide completely gave up his heart.

Rong Qian, Rong Qian, in this life, don't blame me for being dependent on you.

Life should come back, death should be longing.It would be good if there was such a commotion that the poor and the poor would fall into the underworld.

I just hope that this time, there will be no more hatred.

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Ye Sheng had a very uncomfortable few days.

He knew that Luo Tong was now guilty of hiding from him and wished to hide as far away as possible, and he would definitely not let him go to Meihua Xiaozhu to study again, of course he was happy to be at ease.

But what is this just doing?Why does he still appear here, and still hang around and cling to himself?Ye Sheng was angry.The angry Ye Sheng didn't want to show him any good looks. "Why don't you go to class?"

Ye Sheng No.30 patted the table for the second time and questioned Rong Qian who was drinking tea at the side.

"I didn't tell you. I've already passed the assessment, so I don't need to go to class." Rong Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at Ye Sheng with an angry face, and wrote another crooked stroke.

"Then why do you go there so often? Now you say you don't want to go? You lied to me to play." Ye Sheng looked at the ruined copybook, dropped his pen, and gave Rong Qian a look.Shui Lingling's big eyes vividly recounted the master's grievances.

"Didn't I tell you? Usually, Luo Tong is not here, and I want to take care of the huge academy. Now that Luo Tong is back, and he hasn't given up, I'm naturally free? I just came back to accompany you, don't you want to " Rong Qian was not annoyed, and still replied to him softly, and made a point of saying "you don't want to" in the last sentence, quite like, "If you dare say you don't want to, just try."

Ye Sheng swallowed hard.Of course he didn't dare to say it.So, Ye Sheng, who was embarrassed when he was intimidated and shy when he was strong, blushed after holding back for a long time, and replied in a very low voice. "willing."

"Since you want to, then continue to practice calligraphy." Rong Qian was quite satisfied with Ye Sheng's sense of humor, and the old god said calmly after drinking a sip of tea on the ground.

"But you can't either, you can't be so idle." Ye Sheng felt wronged.

Is he really okay?Why did he feel that Rong Qian was not Rong Qian after he recovered from his illness?

Although Luo Tong stopped teaching him, he asked Yun Qing to bring him two boxes of books.Dean Luo's collector's edition.Ye Sheng was dizzy looking at the densely packed pavilion style annotations.

The Yun Qing sent over was plausible. "My lord said. He has nothing to do with you, so he can't teach you, but you need to read these books."

Ye Sheng curled his lips when he heard that.I don't teach anymore, and I have too much time to take care of this business.Isn't it good to forget each other in the rivers and lakes?

"My lord said, please don't curl your lips. Although you are rare clever, you are restless. If you don't read some outlines, understand some truths. I'm afraid you will go astray in the future. This book is for you to read. Two months, Yun Qing came to change it. My adults said, Mr. Rong must know how to teach you how to read." Seeing Ye Sheng's reluctance, Yun Qing is still gentle and serious at all times classic.

The seriousness made Chen San'er's heart itch.

"Yun Qing, what's your last name?" Chen San'er suddenly interjected from the side, asking Yun Qing nonchalantly.

"Yun Qing is the son of the Luo family, so he followed my family's surname, so naturally his surname is Luo." Yun Qing raised her chin slightly as she spoke, her eight or nine-year-old body insisted on pretending to be an adult. They all reveal the pride of being part of the Luo family.

"My surname is Luo." Chen San'er smiled, turned a blind eye to his arrogance, lowered his head, bent over and asked Yun Qing kindly and teasingly. "Then, do you belong to your family, or does your family belong to your family?"

"Naturally, naturally. I belong to my family." Yun Qing blushed when she got nervous.After all, he was still a child, and Chen San'er turned his head around while talking.

"Since you belong to your lord. Then how can your lord belong to your lord? How can you say that your lord belongs to your lord?" Chen San'er suppressed a smile, watching the eight or nine-year-old child Scratching there.

Luo Tong, a book boy, is really not smart.Seeing that Ye Sheng had laughed until his stomach ached, he still didn't understand.

"It's none of your business who is the master of his family? Could it be that you also want to change his family?" Rong Qian, who was sitting upright at the side, slowly got up, hugged Ye Sheng and rubbed his belly for him, and looked at him lightly for fear that the world would not be chaotic. Chen San'er.

Chen San'er, who would never be brave when it was time to admit cowardice, immediately stopped talking.Show courtesy to Rong Qian. "Oh, how can it be. Mr. Rong, it's not like you don't know how much my son likes me. I can't change whoever changes his family, can you, son?"

Chen San'er blinked desperately at Ye Sheng.The time has come to witness the deep love between master and servant.

"You like him?" Before Ye Sheng could speak, a faint voice was heard next to his ear.

"Um, no, how can it be. He's not as handsome as you." Ye Sheng laughed and flattered him without changing his face.

Just kidding, offending no one can offend Rong Qian.Ye Sheng, who was also cowardly, turned a blind eye to Chen San'er, who should cooperate.

"Yeah." Rong Qian nodded, rubbed his stomach, put Ye Sheng back on the chair, and walked back slowly to drink tea.

He is very satisfied with this answer.

Satisfied, Rong Qian sat down, looked at Chen San'er who was standing there winking and staring at Ye Sheng with bitter hatred, and then looked at Yun Qing who was in a state of desperation and still hadn't figured out the twists and turns.

With a wave of his hand, he wanted them both to go away.

"How long have you been out, Yun Qing?" Rong Qian took a sip of tea.

For a moment, Yun Qing was taken aback, and hastily saluted and said goodbye. "Thank you for reminding me, young master, Yun Qing will go back soon." The adults in his family have explained that the time to go out for a stick of incense needs to be reported.Now a stick of incense is about to pass.

"My lord, I'll go see Yun Qing off." Chen San'er is not Yun Qing's kind of elm bump, he doesn't need to watch his words and demeanor to know that Rong Shizi is going to let him go.Nature slips fast.

Hehe, Ye Sheng's flattery can be regarded as a curve to save the country.

The country was saved, but the books were still left in the small building on the mountain.Ye Sheng read it calmly, knowing that this book must be read, and he didn't hold back, squatting on the ground and making eye contact with them.

"If you look at them like this, you will remember them?" Rong Qian saw Ye Sheng squatting next to the book, and almost couldn't hold back a mouthful of water.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Sheng rolled his eyes at him. "Let me see what books are there and where to start."

"Then you read it, and you know what is written in the book on your left hand?" Rong Qian smiled and stroked his forehead.I don't think raising a child is easy.

"I don't know." Ye Sheng scratched his head.With a hook of the little hand, a few strands of hair were loosened from the combed hair.

Rong Qian's eyes darkened.He really liked Ye Sheng's lively and mischievous little actions.

"I don't know, who do you think knows?" Rong Qian smiled, still drinking tea leisurely with his airs on.

"You." Ye Sheng didn't think about it.Tilting his head, he always felt that Rong Qian was secretly delighted now?

"Okay, although you are dull, I will accept it reluctantly." Rong Qian nodded, put the teacup in his hand and walked over to help Ye Sheng pick out the books.

"What did you accept?" Ye Sheng was taken aback, his big eyes flickered, and he subconsciously pressed Rong Qian's hand.

He's not stupid, okay?It's just that his mind is easily dimmed in front of Rong Qian.

"Teach you to read." Rong Qian held the little hand on the back of his hand behind his back and put it to his lips.Two cool lips were attached to the back of his hand, and he took a breath of hot air.

"Quickly stop making trouble." Ye Sheng's hand itched, and he was about to take it back in a hurry, but Rong Qian held it tightly in his hand.

"Who made trouble. Isn't it more than enough for me to teach you?" Rong Qian grabbed his hand with one hand, and quickly checked the book Luo Tong sent with the other hand.

"It's hard for you to read these books in two months. Just that "Yi" you have to read for two months." Rong Qian frowned.

"Ah? Then what should we do?" Ye Sheng was distracted by this sentence, and looked at Rong Qian with a bitter face.

"What can we do? You want to learn so many things, I'll teach you by yourself." Rong Qian put down the book, stretched out his hand and slowly smoothed his frowning brows, speaking calmly and calmly.

"I'll teach slowly, and you learn slowly. So much time, what's the rush."

…………

Ye Sheng felt that since then, Rong Qian seemed to have opened some great doors.

He got up to practice calligraphy during the day, while Rong Qian sat aside and read a book.When you finish writing, you have to show it to him.

"This is so ugly." Rong Qian frowned as he looked at the handwriting that Ye Sheng had just copied.His font is so ugly.Rong Qian said that his way of using the brush was wrong, so he held his hand and taught him himself.

Sometimes, Ye Sheng didn't pay attention to his handwriting and dripped ink all over the place, and Rong Qian with his little black hands didn't dislike him either.

Just take a handkerchief to help him dry, and go to clean his hands with him after practicing calligraphy.

When Ye Sheng was tired from practicing calligraphy and started reading, Rong Qian began to write at the desk.Meticulous, when he finished writing, he began to spot check.

Don't let him steal at all.From time to time, I have to make him sit upright, so as not to affect his body due to improper sitting posture.

In short, Ye Sheng has been extremely awkward these days.No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why Rong Qian became so, so gentle and patient now.

Patience to the point where he couldn't bear to agree.

"Wow, Rong Qian. You have nothing to do?" Ye Sheng No.30 patted the table three times.

"Who said I have nothing to do?" Rong Qian took out the pen in his hand, patiently and meticulously wiped off the black ink on his face for the first time.

"Then go do it." He kept staring at what he was doing.Ye Sheng was going to be tormented mad by him.

"My business is not to teach you well?"

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